Flying out and Bob.

Year passed.

Yes, a whole year.

Bob is still alive, and I still can't access most of the functions.

They are pricey.

So, instead of wasting my time on this, I spent it on much more important business. I made a decision. I'm flying in a approximate direction of my Leviathan world.

Yep, no matter how long it takes, I'm getting back to my people. And after my arrival, I will finally be able to enjoy the life of real leisure and relaxation.

The hardest thing is to arrive at the same reality. For this, I either need luck or calculations that I am unable to do.

How do I stumble on another reality? Well. Every world is limited, at least to my knowledge. And outside the limits of these worlds lies a chaotic mess. In this chaotic mess you can sometimes find ways to another universes and realities.

How do I know?

Well, my people were travelling through chaotic mess and other worlds for a long long time.

As for me, I'm going to find out by myself what it's like. To travel through the most unpredictable places and not die by accident.

Yep. it's not just simply chaotic. It is also really dangerous if you just go through everything you see.

~ undetermined small time later ~

So, this is how it looks like. Chaotic mess.

Not really what I expected. Too dark. So, turning all lights and sensors on, I flew through the world's border.

And being slow and careful was my mistake, as border was trying to close at the point of penetration, damaging Ark in couple of places.

Thankfully shields negated most of the damage, allowing me to pass through.

After a while, not moving much before repair is finished, I watched as huge rock appeared in the distance and crashed against the world's border, getting destroyed in the process.

Finishing repairs, I slowly headed deeper into unknown, making a difficult choice of moving forward without being completely sure that everything would be fine.

But, possibly of meeting my Zeoss was overwhelming any doubts.

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In another place.

In unknown time.

Meet Bob.

"Hello. My name is Bob..."

I grew up in Canada, but after Zombie breakout, our family ran away to another Continent.

It was a good idea, as zombie outbreak happened in USA, and any neighbors were doomed. Not only by zombies, but also by fleeing people with arsenals that didn't care about anyone and anything.

Sadly, our flight was interrupted when we flew by Russia, as one of passengers appeared to be some kind of opposition's politician.

Obviously, everyone suffered because of this, as we all were forced to wait for the next flight to our destination.

Worst thing is, Russia closed all borders when news about outbreaks in neighbouring countries appeared.

So, I and my family were forced to stay in Russia until everything calms down or we find away to continue our trip to the new house.

We weren't poor. Our family was pretty wealthy, so we managed to buy a house outside the big cities and ordered a lot of food and necessities to be delivered. A Lot.

As for why I speak so distantly about my family? Because I can't really remember their faces or names. Only silhouettes.

I might've had feelings for them, but I don't remember how it is to feel.

That is because at one night, as I was sleeping, I had a dream.

A dream that I was told I wouldn't remember, but the thing is, it was the thing that I remember most clearly.

I saw a golden skull. Skull the size of a three storied building.

And in this dream we made a deal. This dream was too detailed and cohesive to be a dream, but I didn't understand it at that time.

And this deal was that I establish a connection with him and receive something. What was that something? I don't remember. The only thing I don't remember about it.

But, I guess it was my life, or undeath in my case.

After that dream, I woke up and felt different.

Extremely different.

Looking in the mirror, I could see that I had white-grey colored skin, droopy eyes and sunken cheeks.

After closer looks, I found a blue handprints on my body and a couple of bite marks across it.

The strangest thing is, I was too calm and rational for my own good. And this is unusual for 13 year old boy.

Going out of my room, I went to see my parents to ask about what happened to me, but when I entered their room, I only saw two bodies on the floor, both of which were looking dead.

Yes, I knew what death is. My younger sister died when I was seven.

And let me tell you, I didn't feel much when I looked at bodies on the floor. They were disfigured, but I felt nothing.

After that, I just went and turned father's PC on.

As I lived in a time of pandemics, where one thing followed another, I, from early age knew how to turn on generators, how to find information, how to cook food, and who to call if necessary.

The only problem is, I tried to call, but only " Aargh " came out of my mouth. I couldn't really talk, so I decided to use computer and find out what happened to me.

And, after searching for a while, I definitely was sure that I got infected and became a zombie. The only difference is that I was not mindless and crazy. At least I think so.

Well, I don't really need anything. My barely noticeable boredom can be alleviated by internet. I have access to credit cards of my parents. And a lot of resources in case of emergency.

So, after few days of reading and thinking about my situation, I ordered a shit ton of fuel, solar panels, instruments, manuals and other things for me to use if electricity goes out at any point in time.

Also, I bought some long lasting food. Just in case.

Why? because I knew that I could eat meat. I tried it. And bloody food was the tastiest. That might be one of the reasons for zombies hunting any living animals except birds and fish.

For some reason, they tasted bad. Really bad.

Well, see you later. I hope that I will be able to survive for a long time, as I don't want to die.

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